The Book Of Nightfour

Interlude The crescent Moon is as bright as a master samurai's sword. It has already sliced the clouds from the sky, and they tumbled haphazardly below the horizon. The sky is empty, only its dark blue color attests to its existence. But its grandeur extends for one thousand feet across the rocky terrain, a blue cushion punctured by gray knives. The air that bleeds invisibly rises to sustain us. Nothing is left to disturb the scene's calm, unless my roiling thoughts might cause such harm. I declare an interlude, a respite from effort, even the effort to be silent. L E T I T B E My Will I suspend. It has caused enough turmoil to no good end. My thoughts I abandon because their task finished, I move on to a different cognition: They created this Moment with the help of Beautiful Language. It is enough... Let Be. Assume the posture of statues, become frozen music for a while.